http://slow.writerscafe.org/An%20Ordinary%20Woman The original writings of author An Ordinary Woman en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775973795 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Ever notice how phographs of the sky never truly capture the beauty, the vastness?First you have to understand how long it rainedhow many days the roads were flooded and we couldn't go ANY WHEREto run out of milk & eggsand also how, after leaving for work a whole two hours early just to get ther.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/An-Ordinary-Woman/1914856/ Happy to be happy now ...but was not always...hence these old words. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/An-Ordinary-Woman/1800508/ Give your body long enough& it will fail. Sometimes it's little bits and pieces(You won't notice at first)Sometimes big chunks go all at once. Yesterday I was well. 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No. not literally, of course.that’s what matters most. Ain’t it?""""""""""".. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/An-Ordinary-Woman/761470/ She wasgod, that womanwho tookme inside her bellyandpetted me whole again http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/An-Ordinary-Woman/760830/   “Oneday you’re going to hate me,”he prophesied over coffee with out-loud laughter and shifting in chairhis fingers tap against table, her big toe twists against floorremember the happy times? remember the dreams?old fools open doors they cannot shut .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/An-Ordinary-Woman/752512/ the world keeps turning just like the song, "why do the birds keep on singing." I'm not ready for this. So we sit around the supper table looking at a blank space that used to be his. All those years of not connecting morphs into this strange& powerful love. Get on your motorcycle, Dad. Go.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/An-Ordinary-Woman/739324/ I want peace and tranquility to be a constant in our lifelike the birds outside my window chirping Summer's songwhatcha thinkn' bout?"playin' guitars."Playing guitars is your favorite thing?yes. It's a hunger ...some people hunger for God. You used to hunger for me?I still do.Until I got big enough .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/An-Ordinary-Woman/727787/ ...something I'm workn on ....for fun http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/An-Ordinary-Woman/714701/ we cannot live here waiting to diewith unexpected moments of livingan accidental time warp, the heart still beatsSo we hold our breath hoping to go onuntil we learn to reverse it.Simply,  we live again and again and againin smaller moments http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/An-Ordinary-Woman/712093/ somebody who lives out here http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/An-Ordinary-Woman/708893/ I wonder if she takes him in her caress, kisses the shiny part ofhis headAs I could not doIf she holds close his words as if they are the beacon in her night, & something to remember, to fall back upon when away he goes from sightI wonder if never she turns from him, th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/An-Ordinary-Woman/705778/ -*&*-*&*-*&*-*&*-*&*-*&*-*&*-*&*-Your words were so large and mine, so smallmy heart wide- open and yours, slammed shutOur minds once united, now miles apart.It was so easy for you to shift the meaning of wordsbend ‘em to fit, giving 'em caus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/An-Ordinary-Woman/699303/ Deathis dusty, folded into the crease of a book. 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